In Jing Province, the Changliu Martial Trial continued.
Far beyond Changliu Mountain, a hundred li away, a streak of light flashed across the sky like an aurora before coming to a stop atop a mountain peak.
It was Teng Zijing, who had only recently left Changliu Mountain.
At that moment, he stood atop the peak with his hands behind his back. Clouds drifted slowly before him, while a sheer cliff of immeasurable depth lay beneath his feet.
His eyes gazed levelly into the void ahead.
"How was it?"
A deep, powerful voice suddenly sounded behind Teng Zijing. Yet after the voice appeared, no figure emerged.
Teng Zijing seemed to have long known of the other party's presence. He showed no surprise, merely nodding slightly. "Very strong. Stronger than I imagined."
As he spoke, he slowly extended his right hand. Upon the palm of that hand, which should have been gripping a blade, was a faint scorch mark.
"Three True Fires. I never expected this terrifying power to return to the world. The Martial Temple searched for a thousand years, and they really did find such a powerful pure yang body."
As Teng Zijing fell silent, that voice seemed to vanish as well. After a brief silence, it slowly said, "It seems the Martial Temple's decision back then was not wrong. We should make our own choice as well."
Teng Zijing narrowed his eyes slightly, then nodded. "The Azure Scale Sect has guarded that Spirit Suppression Well for generations. The strength of the Wall Guardians alone is not enough to protect the Nine Provinces."
"The Nine Provinces dynasty has less than six hundred years of national fortune left. Whenever the national fortune shifts once every six hundred years, the seal loosens. Perhaps this time, we will have a chance to solve